Wrath ov the Gods / Moonastray
...I've been waiting for this night... ...in the demonic dance of tranquility and concentration... ...gazed at the glaring lunar flame... ...and the glare of crystals pealed by an omnipresence of light in the darkness... ...this night heads fell down scattered with myriads of ashen grains this night one of glittering lights has declined...
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
I light the candles on my own grave Deep flames are burning and bleeding Night Hundreds of eyes without life Surround me They have darkened dead ones Everyone nailed with a golden cross To the rocks Somewhere Surrounded by the dry trees On the truncated stump Senile from the tears of rain Stands a sun-dial But there is no sun Its face gleams in time with thunders Thunders strike the hours Woman among the trees Has a black ring She is going to stand in a magic circle Rises her hands Tight hand with ring slowly spreads Goddess Freezed in immobility Fingers are growing longer They are creating a thicket Of branches Her statuesque body Becomes a dry trunk Now in this place stands a tree Dry as others But in the place of ring Blossoms a black flower She was crying Now tears of rain are flowing slowly on her bark She was breathing Now wind tongles in her branches The candles on my grave are burning for her They died out They succumbed to the breath of wind...
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025